A Woman for Raven, by Pat Jones
by Carol Yocom
climbs through a hole in his head,
dances a polonaise
in brown boots, wears
pearls coiled through ropey hair.
She mends his numb tongue
with three snapped strings.
Crows sit, black stops on power lines,
shriek while his woman plays Suite in D.
She stitches the bow back and forth
like needles tick a knitted whisper
just for Raven's ear. He shelters
her under his wing,
pulls her stays, mirrors night
in his eyes. One two three.
She keeps a candle at his back's bridge,
holds his hands when they beat.
Her stick clicks up a fence; cellos
cry white sky white sky white sky.